Ever since last week's column, I've been both yelled at and patted on the back for the answer to my first (!) advice request. Yelled at because some people thought I should have given the guy a little more benefit of the doubt, and patted on the back for dousing my young advice seeker's hopes with cold water by telling her the way things are in the real world. This week's letter demanded another splash of reality in the face of young 'un navigating the sometimes treacherous Straits of Relationships for the first time. It was a long one, so I did some editing. . . .

HELLO MISS PATRICIA,

I HAVE BEEN ON AND OFF WITH MY FIRST LOVE FOR NINE YEARS SINCE I WAS 16. WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL 2 YEAR OLD SON.

HE CHEATED ON ME AND WE SEPARATED. WE'RE BACK TOGETHER BUT I DON'T THINK HE IS READY TO BE A RESPONSIBLE PARENT AND LIFE PARTNER.

WE ARE LIVING IN MY MOTHERS HOUSE BUT ARE PLANNING ON GETTING OUR ON PLACE. HE NEVER SAVES MONEY AND I DON'T KNOW HOW WE ARE GOING TO MAKE ENDS MEET.

HE NEVER HAS ANY PATIENCE WITH ME. I FEEL LIKE I AM HOLDING ON TO A RELATIONSHIP THAT JUST WON'T WORK.

MAYBE IT WAS JUST NOT MEANT TO BE.

SIGNED, CONFUSED AND FED UP.

Ok, as I said, I did some editing, but for length, not content. By that I mean I didn't cut out any good points about Confused's man. She didn't say one good thing about him or the relationship, and I mean not one. Her letter was at least three times the length of the one above. You see the problem. You don't? Hello?! Confused is living the Soap Opera Life.

But, I've never watched a (adopt haughty tone of voice here) soap opera, says you. Uh, yeeaaahhh, says I. We all have and we all know how they work. In a soap, there is a foreground story of boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy and girl get trapped on a desert island by a sinister villain and save the world from said sinister villain while looking like a B list Brad and Angelina. Of course, as boy and girl age, they become the background story to support the next round of B list Brad and Angie's foreground stories.

Confused is, unfortunately for her because of her age, living in the foreground story, and it's not fun. Well, okay, parts of it are fun, but if you play your cards right, you can carry the fun parts over to when you become the background story and leave all the crappy parts behind. But I digress.

If you are, ahem, of a certain age, you have already lived through the foreground story. In some of our cases, there have been a couple of foreground stories. There probably wasn't a sinister villain, but there was most definitely a lot of Sturm und Drang as there is with Confused. People living in the Dawning of the Age of Romantic History are forever trying to figure out why he hasn't called in three days, why she insists on leaving a box of tampons in his apartment, or in Confused's case, why after having a child together, taking him back after he cheated, and trying to hold onto a relationship that just won't work, the relationship just won't work.

Well, you can blame it on Days of Our Lives, et al.

Little girls grow up watching these darned serials and thinking that all relationships are fraught with drama, people who live ridiculously beyond their means, and candle-lit, soft focus sex. That's not life. Life is also not putting up with a man who cheats, never saves money and has you running to your computer to write a page a half long email detailing all the problems with your relationship to a stranger. Confused, you are having a gut feeling. Listen to them -- your guts know all. You will, of course, not believe me when I tell you that, because you are still a toddler in relationship years. But once you have reached that certain age, you will sigh and nod your head with the knowledge that I was right. What is that certain age? How would I know? I'm not there.

Ha, ha, ha! Oh! I crack me up!

No, seriously, Confused, you need to begin thinking about living your life without your son's father. He has shown that he is incapable of fidelity, has no concept of a rainy day or why it is necessary to save for one, and has you signing letters as CONFUSED AND FED UP. You seem to be ready to be an adult and a mom, so go be that and leave Mr. Loser behind. If he is the One, he'll clean up his act and make himself useful to you and your son. If not, good riddance.

Me, I hope you get the cleaned up man, the life lived well within your means, and by all means, the candle-lit, soft focus sex. Good luck. . .

Tricia

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Patricia Martinez is the co-host Mike in the Morning Show, 93.1 KISS FM. If you are looking for some love advice from Patricia, please send an email to info@epmediagroup.com with Love in the subject line.

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